Myth Personification Poems | Examples
These Myth Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Myth. These are the best examples of Personification Myth poems written by international poets.
I am three legged,
I am balanced,
It’s a mystery,
I sit in a dim-lit room.
I bear the sage's books,
Where he scripts his thoughts,
The monsters that stare through his window,
The gloom that pervades the meadow.
I am three legged,
The unseen pivots me,
The unknown trestles me,
I'm in a library of the deep.
I am a door into the day,
Prop and support along the way,
The sage takes off on my plane,
Nightfall embraces me.
October 28, 2023.
Here we are on that lonesome road...
Crossing the same old paths once more
Why're you out here walkin' after midnight?
Just my luck ... with fewer lives left than before
3/27/2022
Black Cat contest
(forms - personification / LIND30WR)
Seeing yourself through
A full- length mirror
Through the endless deed
.... Of Time
Today, a mere reflection
Of yesterday dreams’
Todays’ curtains; Yet to be opened!
Dark Oh so misty
........ Reality is only a myth
From the time’s
Draped by the promises
Of people we adore
Knowing that freedom awaits’
Just beyond thy
.... Foot-steps’ door
GF
We had heard the rumors of Old Galavere being revived
But who could believe it? It was another myth, a fantasy.
Some optimistic young storysinger must have thought it up.
We are Vikings, we do not put much truth in these tales.
Warriors we be until the day our bodies turn into dust.
This march has been hard on all of us; we are losing ground.
No fears! Someone says. Old Galavere has been revived.
He is resurrected! He will save us, lead us into battle.
The army is not fooled. There is laughter in the air, disbelief.
Most are discouraged, disillusioned, unnaturally despondent.
‘Tis true, I had a vision! The young pup whined. With hawk in hand.
I gave him further attention now; few knew about Galavere’s hawk.
Only the oldest of the wisest of the medicine men knew of it.
Who is your father, knight? I asked the young one.
He named a leader whose fame is well known in Viking lore.
I turned to the woods, believing, as Old Galavere came toward us with hawk.
Monkey wedded a baboon
in the Banana temple it was
squirrel was presiding clergy
Monkey sat and meditated;
“No, to a ring in my fingers
My toes are dirty and clumsy
The ears are a shapeless beef
What exactly should I do?
Now, I know the best option
Ring must be worn there
There, there in my long tail
I can hide it between my legs
and deny having wedded
before my monkey girlfriends
Hurray, I have the best vision”
And so it happened as she chose
He wore wedding ring in the tail
But every time he wore it got lost
Whenever her husband asked;
“Why can’t you keep the ring safe?
She answered smiling;
“Whatever happens behind me,
Surely cannot be my concern”.
Faultless art is ceased in silence
Quite often curious how achieved
Never a month a year ever deep
Stories never apprise as much
Sculptures an paintings score
Medusa a fallen angel's myth
Hue'd by an artists true life
Roaring a cry to let not die
To love water pale Madonna
Gave texture purity an life
25/04/2017
Freedom an ancient mythology, If call non
Then no never a phenomena of such be
Never any free, nor certainty, nor life be
It is a moral human conduct if willed, last
Benevolent Lord, you spring spirits divine
And maketh of your own being, own love
Your grace, freedom has taken its place
Yet without you, I call not free nor "will"
And so i penned a mythopoetic poetry
And i prayed a mythologetic myth
21/04/2017
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's!
My nocturnal catch in the bacyard has been a feast
One good hold and the rodent is put to rest
With unwarranted suspicion a woman with stick shoos me away
My hoots are ominous she says and disturb her peaceful rest.
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's! I fly to a lonely barn
The witches at magic cackle and be my friend
My corny tufts and cat like ears make me of their kind
In the east my brethren befriend the pious goddesses
While in the west we are mocked, shooed and cursed
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's!
In my next life let my innocent ogling eyes in a heart face
Be born in a land where I can freely vocalise my hoots
Where I be praised with the goddess of wisdom
And not be a sorcerer's bird or a symbol of death
February 13, 2016
Sponsor :EveRoper
Draconem
Away from human eyes
I fly across the sky
High above the floating clouds
Some think I'm a myth, but I'm as real as you
As I roar steam rises from my nostrils
My tail flicks back and forth as my leathery wings beat the air
My fire opal midnight blue scales flash a play of colors
As I sweep around in great circles and spirals
Down gliding on my stiff transparent glittering wings
My eyes are like glowing ember and my claws are as sharp as onyx daggers
Brown, orange leaves fall like confetti all around a young girl named Jess
As she sits under a canopy of trees
She runs to me and up my wing and wraps her arms around my neck and whispers,
” Take me away a million miles to a land where there is no hate or war”.
As she clung tightly, I unfolded my wide translucent wings and beat the air
Vanishing from sight soar towards the heavens swallowed up by the clouds
10/19/2015
Sponsored By: Carol Eastman
QUEEN OF BOTH LIGHTS
Ah yes....Venus! Queen of both evening and first light.
Air of my breath, blood of my heart,
cause of my sight.
If from stardust made thee we...then,
are thou our sister or our mother be?
In any glint of light, a Venus shadows cast,
on a planet graced with dizzy smears,
all secrets masked.
There...to wile away the hours as the earliest in eastern sky,
or first to rise in western dusk at evening high.
In all that our Venus is...true Earth to heart.
She equals love, and by sun and moon,
she hails our finish and our start.
Goddess of beauty and love, with no satellite to follow
She staves off all reclusiveness by singing to Apollo.
By Edlynn Nau
Seeing yourself through
A full-length mirror
Through the endless deed
Of time
To day a mere reflection
Of yesterday dreams'
Today's curtains
Yet to be opened
Dark Oh! so misty
Reality is only a myth
From the times'
Draped by the promises'
Of people we adore'
Knowing that freedom awaits'
Just beyond thy
Foot-steps' door
Gary Fields
Poet Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris book # 106627
Rev. NOV2013
I have this image
of Him and me
in a pasture.
It is bordered on one side by a wall of stones,
dug up from the soil by generations of worriers
before me.
Behind us is a narrow dirt road,
protected by Sugar Maples flaming
in their orange clothes.
Some birches are standing close by.
They say things I do not understand
but find pleasant.
And so when they do speak,
I take notice, as if I did know.
The sun reaches inside
me and heals every rawness, all pain.
We sit there,
He and I.
Our arms are about each others shoulders
like two boys
who’ve not yet let the world
fill them with shame.
We gaze across fields
destined to die.
But, for now, they smell
sweet from dewy hay that has been cut and rolled,
waiting for the barn.
Silence is our dialogue.
No thinking,
just being.
Some hawks in the sky seem drunk
from the bounty of this last warm day.
They take daredevil plunges toward earth
and shriek
as they play.
Ghosts who scare themselves once told me
that this love is won only
from suffering
and charity,
worse,
fear.
But this is a myth;
it is not His way.
All I need to do
is rest
in Him
and He
in me.
This is simply enough
for Him,
and all I ever want.
Seeing yourself threw
A full length mirror
Threw the endless deed
Of time
Today, a mere reflection
Of yesterdays' dreams'
Todays' curtains'
Yet to be opened
Dark, oh so misty
Reality is only a myth
From the times'
Draped by the promises
Of people we adore
Knowing the freedom awaits'
Just beyond thy
Foot-steps' door
GF
Butterfly, your beauty shifted persuasively
no one dares to paraphrase your mystery
your rebirth is your unspoken myth
you are the beauty that is left behind
your body is vulnerable
with wings as delicate as snowflakes
you get lonely in this weird yet wonderful world
in no doubt, you are not the only one
it is so lovely to see
in this fairy tale, you are the real Cinderella
others used to disgust on what you looked like
but underneath your blurry mask, your charisma is a mind-blowing
butterfly, don't reach the sky too high...
or you may fall and lose your charm
butterfly, don't just come to say goodbye
your beauty is a gift in this world of harm
please stay for a while
released us from heartache and worry
then you can just passed us by